[ his bird stomach... well, wenzhou's not wrong. fei du doesn't partake in much blood or food, and any big portion is probably too much for him - even now, he hasn't entirely finished his portion, but the fact that there's barely anything left is a good sign. he can vaguely recognize that he's being fussed over, because it started with the blood in the glass in the first place.
it's a reminder, of the psp in his work bag, scratched and beloved, that was a gift from this person all along. he lets that little fact settle in the carefully organized filing cabinet that is his brain, persistently pushing itself to the forefront no matter how often fei du has put it back.
finally, he sets his chopsticks down, deciding he's finished, and rolls his eyes when wenzhou makes a comment about reheating food, but, there's no actual heat or irritation behind it. instead, it comes with a smile as he reaches for a napkin to dab at his mouth. ]
Oh, you've more than proven that as the brat you are.
[ bringing his own hand up, he licks some stray broth off the side of his thumb with a roll of his own eyes right on back. otherwise, though, there's no real heat to wenzhou's response, either.
this is normal. this is the lighter version of their bickering and bantering. they push buttons for each other, push and pull, but it's not particularly bad. strange that they went from constant odds to something that's more routine and playful on top of the... actual barbs. because like hell those are gone.
neither of them can help themselves. ]
Really going to wear on my last nerve one of these days. [ ominous a threat to give, but not really at the same time. especially since he collects their bowls and chopsticks together, rising to take them back to the kitchen. ] Got a stake saved just for you.
[ it hits him directly in the face because fei du does not have reflexes. he makes a "mpht" noise that's probably satisfying and rubs at his face afterwards. rude. ]
he's deeply amused at wenzhou's grumbling and complaining, and finally gets up to join him in the kitchen, dishrag in hand. fei du brings it back over and sets it down, giving him a smile that, this time, shows a little fang. ]
Mm. [ agreeing like 'yes, of course, i won't', which is a lie. ]
of course he's amused. of course he's being a little shit. wenzhou glowers at him as he comes in, and reaches out without hesitation to invade that smart little mouth. he hooks his finger around the visible fang, fearless, jostling him by it gently. ]
[ okay so first of all, rude??? despite this, fei du does not stop luo wenzhou at all, just makes an immediate mmph noise, opening his mouth kind of awkwardly around it because what else do you do when you get someone invading your mouth - ]
which means that the minute he gets the chance, he runs his tongue over the underside of wenzhou's finger and around it, lifting his eyes under his lashes to gaze at him as he does it, mouth curled up at the corner in a smile that clearly says fucked around and found out, huh? ]
he visibly bristles, but - unfortunately(?) luo wenzhou isn't a quitter. neither of his parents raised one. instead of pulling away, he uses his thumb to swipe along his upper lip and along to the corner of his mouth.
and then he pushes instead of sensually stroking across sensitive skin any further, freeing his finger with a severe frown that clearly says he's trying to resist doing anything else. ]
that's all fei du needed, really. there's a flash of interest when wenzhou swipes his thumb like that, and he turns his face lightly into it, immediate and responsive, because this is a familiar song and dance - and so is the push.
he laughs with it, light and playful, and takes a step back, and then licks his lips. ] Dinner was delicious. Thank you.
[ though he doesn't specify what 'dinner' he really meant here. it could be the blood. it could be the dinner itself. or it could even be the taste lingering even now. ]
[ absentmindedly brushing his hand off on the bottom of his shirt - because the alternative is just giving fei du more fuel for the fire - wenzhou grouses, low and a near growl in his throat. because of course he's going to be like that.
... every fiber in him says to pursue. but, god. he does not want to be the one that folds first, and he's pretty sure that's something they can't come back from.
he doesn't know if they can do that yet. ]
Yeah, you're so grateful. [ exasperated, annoyed. riled up. luo wenzhou, everybody. ] You brat.
I'm very grateful, for the food, and the fact that I was taught basic manners.
[ this is not a serious jab at all - he says it primly, and then turns to head back for the living room, waving a hand over his shoulder, almost playfully. he looks a little less close to. well. death, now that he's eaten one way or another, and there's a liveliness in fei du's step, in his countenance, that wasn't there before.
it's a little nice, to be taken care of. he also probably should be helping with the dishes but he's going to not do that unless he's told to. terrible and bad ]
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it's a reminder, of the psp in his work bag, scratched and beloved, that was a gift from this person all along. he lets that little fact settle in the carefully organized filing cabinet that is his brain, persistently pushing itself to the forefront no matter how often fei du has put it back.
finally, he sets his chopsticks down, deciding he's finished, and rolls his eyes when wenzhou makes a comment about reheating food, but, there's no actual heat or irritation behind it. instead, it comes with a smile as he reaches for a napkin to dab at his mouth. ]
Button pushing is in my repertoire.
[ he heard your little mocking remark there]
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[ bringing his own hand up, he licks some stray broth off the side of his thumb with a roll of his own eyes right on back. otherwise, though, there's no real heat to wenzhou's response, either.
this is normal. this is the lighter version of their bickering and bantering. they push buttons for each other, push and pull, but it's not particularly bad. strange that they went from constant odds to something that's more routine and playful on top of the... actual barbs. because like hell those are gone.
neither of them can help themselves. ]
Really going to wear on my last nerve one of these days. [ ominous a threat to give, but not really at the same time. especially since he collects their bowls and chopsticks together, rising to take them back to the kitchen. ] Got a stake saved just for you.
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Really?
[ ha ha stake ha ha sexy jokes ]
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Knock it off!
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You said it, not me.
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[ he is but one, horny man. do not do this to luo wenzhou and his active hormones and libido. ]
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[ don't pull this ]
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[ stop yelling across the apartment, wenzhou. you're going to get noise complaints. ]
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he's deeply amused at wenzhou's grumbling and complaining, and finally gets up to join him in the kitchen, dishrag in hand. fei du brings it back over and sets it down, giving him a smile that, this time, shows a little fang. ]
Mm. [ agreeing like 'yes, of course, i won't', which is a lie. ]
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of course he's amused. of course he's being a little shit. wenzhou glowers at him as he comes in, and reaches out without hesitation to invade that smart little mouth. he hooks his finger around the visible fang, fearless, jostling him by it gently. ]
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which means that the minute he gets the chance, he runs his tongue over the underside of wenzhou's finger and around it, lifting his eyes under his lashes to gaze at him as he does it, mouth curled up at the corner in a smile that clearly says fucked around and found out, huh? ]
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he visibly bristles, but - unfortunately(?) luo wenzhou isn't a quitter. neither of his parents raised one. instead of pulling away, he uses his thumb to swipe along his upper lip and along to the corner of his mouth.
and then he pushes instead of sensually stroking across sensitive skin any further, freeing his finger with a severe frown that clearly says he's trying to resist doing anything else. ]
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that's all fei du needed, really. there's a flash of interest when wenzhou swipes his thumb like that, and he turns his face lightly into it, immediate and responsive, because this is a familiar song and dance - and so is the push.
he laughs with it, light and playful, and takes a step back, and then licks his lips. ] Dinner was delicious. Thank you.
[ though he doesn't specify what 'dinner' he really meant here. it could be the blood. it could be the dinner itself. or it could even be the taste lingering even now. ]
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... every fiber in him says to pursue. but, god. he does not want to be the one that folds first, and he's pretty sure that's something they can't come back from.
he doesn't know if they can do that yet. ]
Yeah, you're so grateful. [ exasperated, annoyed. riled up. luo wenzhou, everybody. ] You brat.
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[ this is not a serious jab at all - he says it primly, and then turns to head back for the living room, waving a hand over his shoulder, almost playfully. he looks a little less close to. well. death, now that he's eaten one way or another, and there's a liveliness in fei du's step, in his countenance, that wasn't there before.
it's a little nice, to be taken care of. he also probably should be helping with the dishes but he's going to not do that unless he's told to. terrible and bad ]